nearer and dearer claims must not clash with those of the friend. Flora shook her head, and reminded her father that Leonard would not be out of reach in future, and that the meeting now might seriously damage Aubrey’s already uncertain health.
‘I cannot help it, Flora,’ said the Doctor; ‘it may do him some temporary harm, but I had rather see him knocked down for a day or two, than breed him up to be such a poor creature as to sacrifice his friendship to his health.’
And Mrs. Rivers, who knew what the neighbourhood thought of the good Doctor’s infatuation, felt that there was not much use in suggesting how shocked the world would be at his encouragement of the intimacy between the convict and his young son.
People did look surprised when the Doctor asked admission to the cell for his son as well as himself; and truly Aubrey, who in silence had worked himself into an agony of nervous agitation, looked far from fit for anything trying. Dr. May saw that he must not ask to leave the young friends alone together, but in his reverence for the rights of their friendship, he withdrew himself as far as the limits of the cell would allow, turned his back, and endeavoured to read the Thirty-nine Articles in Leonard’s Prayer-Book; but in spite of all his abstraction, he could not avoid a complete consciousness that the two lads sat on the bed, clinging with arms round one another like young children, and that it was Leonard’s that was the upright sustaining figure, his own Aubrey’s the prone and leaning one. And of the low whispering murmurs that reached his would-be deafened ear, the gasping almost sobbing tones were Aubrey’s. The first distinct words that he could not help hearing were, ‘No such thing! There can’t be slavery where one works with a will!’ and again, in reply to something unheard, ‘Yes, one can! Why, how did one do one’s Greek?’—’Very different!’—’How?’—’Oh!’—’Yes; but you are a clever chap, and had her to teach you, but I only liked it because I’d got it to do. Just the same with the desk-work down at the mill; so it may be the same now.’
Then came fragments of what poor Aubrey had expressed more than once at home—that his interest in life, in study, in sport, was all gone with his friend.
‘Come, Aubrey, that’s stuff. You’d have had to go to Cambridge, you know, without me, after I doggedly put myself at that place. There’s just as much for you to do as ever there was.’
‘How you keep on with your
‘Why, what are we come here for—into this world, I mean—but to
‘I shan’t have any heart for it!’ sighed Aubrey.
‘Nonsense! Not with all your people at home? and though the voice fell again, the Doctor’s ears distinguished the murmur, ‘Why, just the little things she let drop are the greatest help to me here, and you always have her —’
Then ensued much that was quite inaudible, and at last Leonard said, ‘No, old fellow; as long as you don’t get ashamed of me, thinking about you, and knowing what you are about, will be one of the best pleasures I shall have. And look here, Aubrey, if we only consider it right, you and I will be just as really working together, when you are at your books, and I am making mats, as if we were both at Cambridge side by side! It is quite true, is it not, Dr. May?’ he added, since the Doctor, finding it time to depart, had turned round to close the interview.
‘Quite true, my boy,’ said the Doctor; ‘and I hope Aubrey will try to take comfort and spirit from it.’
‘As if I could!’ said Aubrey, impatiently, ‘when it only makes me more mad to see what a fellow they have shut up in here!’
‘Not mad, I hope,’ said Dr. May; ‘but I’ll tell you what it should do for both of us, Aubrey. It should make us very careful to be worthy to remain his friends.’
‘O, Dr. May!’ broke in Leonard, distressed.
‘Yes,’ returned Dr. May, ‘I mean what I say, however you break in, Master Leonard. As long as this boy of mine is doing his best for the right motives, he will care for you as he does now—not quite in the same despairing way, of course, for holes in one’s daily life do close themselves up with time—but if he slacks off in his respect or affection for you, then I shall begin to have fears of him. Now come away, Aubrey, and remember for your comfort it is not the good-bye it might have been,’ he added, as he watched the mute intensity of the boys’ farewell clasp of the hands; but even then had some difficulty in getting Aubrey away from the friend so much stronger as the consoler than as the consoled, and unconsciously showing how in the last twenty-four hours his mind had acted on the topics presented to him by Mr. Wilmot.
Changed as he was from the impetuous boyish lad of a few weeks since, a change even more noticeable when with his contemporary than in intercourse with elder men, yet the nature was the same. Obstinacy had softened into constancy, pride into resolution, generosity made pardon less difficult, and elevation of temper bore him through many a humiliation that, through him, bitterly galled his brother.
Whatever he might feel, prison regulations were accepted by him as matters of course, not worth being treated as separate grievances. He never showed any shrinking from the assumption of the convict dress, whilst Henry was fretting and wincing over the very notion of his wearing it, and trying to arrange that the farewell interview should precede its adoption.
CHAPTER XVII
Scorn of me recoils on you. E. B. BROWNING
After the first relief, the relaxation of his brother’s sentence had by no means mitigated Henry Ward’s sense of disgrace, but had rather deepened it by keeping poor Leonard a living, not a dead, sorrow.
He was determined to leave England as soon as possible, that his sisters might never feel that they were the relative of a convict; and bringing Ella home, he promulgated a decree that Leonard was never to be mentioned; hoping that his existence might be forgotten by the little ones.
To hurry from old scenes, and sever former connections, was his sole thought, as if he could thus break the tie of brotherhood. There was a half-formed link that had more easily snapped. His courtship had been one of prudence and convenience, and in the overwhelming period of horror and suspense had been almost forgotten. The lady’s attempts at sympathy had been rejected by Averil without obstruction from him, for he had no such love as could have prevented her good offices from becoming oppressive to his wounded spirit, and he had not sufficient energy or inclination to rouse himself to a response.
And when the grant of life enabled him to raise his head and look around him, he felt the failure of his plans an aggravation of his calamity, though he did not perceive that his impatience to rid himself of an encumbrance, and clear the way for his marriage, had been the real origin of the misfortune. Still he was glad that matters had gone no further, and that there was no involvement beyond what could be handsomely disposed of by a letter, resigning
